That road at the end
Take me and leave me
I'll go peacefully
I'll turn all my small arms in
I'll choke on the sunshine and ragweed entities
I'll climb small rocks and choke out miseries
I'll paint under caves and fall for robust intimacies
For thy comfort is all that becomes of me
I'll pray to moss saddened oak trees
Beneath all the star crossed endlessness
I'll gather sawdust memories
As our lives in sawdust paint woven tomorrows
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Remember that You'll Live
PoetryI fought so long and so hard for you, and you're still here. Weird.